I write about words, I find treasure or worse I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird I remain aloft and I forget a lot I try not to try and I can remember or not I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine, fed on shadows I'm a real machine, follow? You're a real machine, fed on shadows I return your gaze and I wait in the rain All inchoate desires, I do what I hate I remain aloft and I forget a lot Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not You're a real machine, it follows I'm a real machine, follow I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine, fed on shadows I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine, fed on shadows